The Light in the Shadows

[Cloudy]

_{Quinn tilted his head backwards, downing his third shot. He could feel a buzz starting and gave a grunt of frustration. God, it was annoying sometimes being a wolf - it was harder to get drunk, and right now, Quinn really wanted to get drunk. Too much shit had happened in the past few hours and it drove him mad. His head was aching a bit, blood pounding in his temples. God. Just... ugh. Why the hell had he stepped in to save Hope? He'd been lurking in the fae realm for a while, though he honestly didn't know why. The fae weren't aware of him - he was good at hiding. He was swift and silent when it came to evading. When he'd seen Hope running at full speed, panic and fear burning in her eyes, and something had snapped in him. He'd decided then that he'd help, but now, a part of him was wondering why.}

[Goldie]

The girl arched an eyebrow at Quinn, watching the liquid fall into his mouth from the shot glass. She walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. She was a tiny little thing, not standing more than 4'11. She had thick black hair that hung around her waist and a pair of minty green eyes. It was clear some part of her was Native American, noting her tanned skin, black hair, and the Indian facial features. Her green eyes threw the Native looks off though. That and her tiny stature. Rian, pronounced Ree- awn, was wearing a soft black halter top that hung and showed off her bust nicely and a pair of cut off jean shorts that complimented her tanned legs. "Need some company?" she said, keeping her black plucked brow arched somewhat.

[Cloudy]

_{Quinn coughed, choking slightly. He beat his chest for a second. She'd crept up on him, as he'd been so absorbed in his thoughts. "Uh, sure. Name's Quinn," he drawled. He nodded at the bartender, signalling that he wanted another shot. "Can I get you anything?" He absently wondered what sort of Downworlder she was. Wolf? Vampire? Who knew?}

[Spotify]

_{Hope's eyes rose and met Quinn's, she smirked slightly and waved and than vanished in the crowd. Her laughter rang throughout the club. Soon, she found herself dancing in the center of a wolf pack. Hope knew better than to dance with Vampires or the Fair folk. Once you danced with them you were a goner, especially if you danced with one of the fair folk. If you danced with one of them you would never want to stop and you wouldn't until you died, dancing. She grinned, her eyes flashing in the dark room, she moved her hips in a hypnotic motion. Her body writhed to the beat, really she wanted to attract the attention of any demons that were tucked away.}

[Goldie]

"A shot of whiskey would be nice." She said, offering a small smile as she sat on the stool next to his. Her feet dangled. "I'm Rían." she said, brushing her black bangs away from her eyes. She played with a bracelet with wooden beads on it, every other bead being an iron charm. The biggest charm was of a paw print. Not a normal paw print. This one had nails, so it was a dog paw print. She was a werewolf. Though it wasn't surprising, her strong Native features giving away she probably had some magic in her veins.

[Cloudy]

_{Quinn waved the bartender back over, ordering Rian's drink. He gave her a kind smile, though the scar on his face slightly marred the action. "What brings a pretty girl like you to such a place tonight?" he asked innocently; Rian really seemed as though she was too innocent for such a night life, and it worried the wolf that inside Quinn's head a tad, though Quinn had no damn idea why it did. Gah. The dumb wolf was annoying sometimes.}

[Goldie]

"I tend to wander. I guess being a rouge does that to someone." She said before giving him a wink and tipping the shot glass back. She gave no facial expression that the whiskey burned her throat, other than a slight twitch of her nose. She put her elbows onto the bar, clasped her hands, and rested her chin on them so that she could turn her face to look at him fully. On the side of her face that was away from him when facing the bar was a silver tattoo that started at the corner of her eye and went out to almost where her hair started. It shimmered lightly, as if liquid silver had been painted onto her face. It was quite fascinating. Waves of swirls branched off of one another to make the tattoo look like curls of smoke of crests of waves. A small circle was in the middle of the tattoo, and inside that circle was a silver crescent moon. The intricate swirls seemed to protect the circle, making a labryth around it so that if you tried to get to it you would get lost, never finding the reason of the maze.
She brushed her hair away from her eyes again, the minty green of her irises watching Quinn's face for expressions.

[Horse]

_{[Goldie... Sadie needs a Jessie ]}

[Cloudy]

<sub>Quinn tilted his head slightly, a light smirk tugging at his expression. He knew the whiskey burned as it went down - it always did, but it was a good burn; one that took other hurts and sorrows away and replaced them with a liquid warmth in your blood. Absently, he allowed his gaze but a moment to trace the tattoo on her face, cocking his head to the side a tad more. It was an interesting tattoo, to say the least. Quinn himself had a tattoo ran across the right side of his back and chest and down the right side of his body. It was comprised of intricate, thick black markings, beautiful and exotic in a way. They were Quinn's markings - what identified him as a wolf to his own heart and soul. Part of him hated the wolfblood that ran in his veins, but he knew there was nothing to do now.

Quinn's glowing, emerald gaze averted to the right, meeting Rian's calmly.</sub>

[Spotify]

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